Rapture

Make love to my mind in deep poetic lines      
Surrendering my temple unto his manly designs        
No better feeling to be entwined        
As a loss of time        
His palms dragging up my gentle thighs        
      
Spreading me as gently as a summer breeze        
His muscular, naked, physique between my fate        
My destiny        
Our rapture    
Closing my eyes, once touched, falling to the anticipate      
      
Soles of my feet curled around his neck        
Mm...his finger sampling my gourmet feast        
Exploring deeper the realm of my Sacral Charka        
His lips tasting the essence of Heaven, my saucy love      
      
Poetic jousting coating his fingertips        
Gyrating my pussy, his domination        
Echoes of laced filled soft murmurs        
Submitting my mind, my body to his ministrations        
      
Past the fifth dimension he feverly takes this journey of me        
Suspending us as we become as one        
Tongue sailing inside the seventh wonder of my Chi        
Mm…deeper and deeper, relishing in my carnal yearning for him        
      
Burying his nostrils inside my soft folds    
His tongue aimlessly wandering in the pleasure of my sacred rejuvenation        
The tip licking of his tongue, mm... teasing upon the wet mound of my soul        
As I moan out his name        
His tongue dipping, slipping        
Flogging my clit, bathing my slit        
      
My impatient fingers joining in the wicked foray        
Arching my back        
His oral dance scaling my inner sanctum        
My fingers escaping inside his mouth        
      
Feeding off my taste, his wants, my insatiable needs        
Arresting his face between the cocoon of my inner thighs        
Sea seesawing my pussy up and down        
The curvature of his soft pinkish fetish, owning the moment in time        
        
Slipping in and slipping out        
Drinking from the showery fountain of my youth        
Palming his head for submitting my soul to him, only him        
Back bent, my emotions spent        
Slowly and slower gyrations of motions        
      
His tongue reaping the famished reward of tasting me        
His oral affection unmeasured        
Tenderly serenading my body within        
His biggest cheering enthusiast behind his art of pleasuring